Harry Potter: Explorer Chronicles

Harry Potter- Vanishing from the Orphanage

I still do not own Harry Potter

Harry can do everything he can do in this chapter because he is a prodigy and a SUPER GENIUS.

Chapter 2: Vanishing from the Orphanage and meeting Merlin

Vernon Dursley woke up in a good mood. He could practically taste a promotion coming and to top it all, off the sun was shinning giving the house a warm glow. 'Life couldn't be better,' the large man thought as he lumbered down the stairs towards the door for his morning paper.

'Damn' was the only coherent thought he could muster as his beady eyes looked upon the thinglying on his door step.

There a small green eyed baby lay wrapped in a blanket stared up at him with a inquisitive expression. It wasn't crying like his own son was at this very moment, just...staring like he could see into the depths of Vernon's mind and discover his inner most secrets. To tell the truth he was kind of unnerved by the child's eyes which looked as though they contained more intelligence then a child, a baby to be exact, should have.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Vernon unceremoniously picked the infant up and made his way back into the house. The morbidly obese man dumped his nephew on the kitchen table and still it let out ever a whimper.

"Petunia!" he howled causing Dudley to spring into a new bout of wails.

"Yes, Vernon?" questioned a horse faced woman cradling an already overweight bundle of so called joy.

"This," Vernon stated waving around a letter and pointing at Harry. When she notice the infant on the table she almost dropped Duddykins and her face gained an unattractive expression of sever dislike and hatred.

"Well? What does it say!" Petunia snapped as she attempted to quell Dudley's discomfort.

After opening and reading the letter Vernon stood stock still for several minutes looking at the paper like it was some sort of sick joke. Finally Petunia had enough "Well?"

He read the letter out loud "Treat him like your own. His name is Harry James Potter. We will return to pick him up in ten years."

It was written in neat, loopy handwriting. Petunia gained a mixed expression of disbelief, anger, and disgust causing her already unsightly face to reach new heights of unpleasant.

"No explanation, no nothing! Just treat him like your bloody own and a name! Who does she think she is! She expects us care of this disgusting..." She looked at the green-eyed boy on the table. "Freak for ten years! I don't want to keep him for a day!" raged the so called flower, not really expecting an answer.

"Yes, dear" said Vernon "Well, it's off to the orphanage with him then. I will not have one of those freaks under my roof." Vernon stated leaving no room for argument even though none was forth coming.

"I'll drop him off after the babysitter arrives at eleven." Agreed Harry's aunt.

Then the Dursley family sat down to breakfast sending the occupant of the table mixed glances ranging from disgust to nervousness. Finally Vernon left for work and Petunia began her daily sterilization of the kitchen while watching Dudley play on the ground.

Eleven o'clock came and Julie, Dudley's babysitter, arrived. Petunia rushed through her instructions in an effort to prevent the sitter from seeing her abnormal Freakish nephew. She then grabbed her keys, purse, Harry, and practically ran out to her car.

Through the entire car ride, Harry just looked around without making a sound. After an hours drive they pulled up to a half decent looking building. It was an average brick house with a small front yard vacant of anything but grass. Surrounding it stood a brick wall that reached just above Petunia's head topped with barbed wire, the only entrance seemed to be the cast iron gate she was standing in font of.